She slides down flat on her back to recover but I continue fucking her. Jo’s hands now grab her boobs preventing them from sloshing around. Lifting... her legs up to my chest I can now hold her thighs and really plough her body. Just then a movement catches my eye. The bay window is not more than four meters away overlooking the garden. Standing dead centre with her nose almost touching the glass is her mother. She is dressed from head to foot in shooting tweed. Her mouth drops open as her eyes. I got onto my exercise bike and put it on intensity seven, and set a timer for ten minutes. By five, I was coated in sweat and my own pussy juice, my anus burning in sweet pleasure. When the buzzer sounded, I jumped off the bike and laid on my exercise ball to do a 100 crunches with weights. When my muscles burned I knew I had earned my next toy. I removed my butt plug and set it to wash later. I took out the dildo from the fridge; it was so cold on my heated skin. I plunged it into my cunt. At one point, someone yelled to him that the cheese-and-crackers tray had become emptied, and he trotted off to the kitchen to refill it. I drained the Fuzzy Navel I had been nursing -- peach schnapps was a bit of a weakness of mine -- and set down the plastic cup. I leaned back and closed my eyes and let the alcohol wash over me. I wasn't really drunk yet, but I was well on my way. I heard someone laugh from across the room, and I opened one eye slowly. Heather was leaning back against a wall,. . it was empty. Heading downstairs to find his mother cleaning up after making breakfast, the question occurred, "Where's Sandy?"From behind his newspaper Dad said, "She jogs two miles every morning. You didn't know that, but you had better learn her schedule, so you don't piss her off." Was she upset?" Actually honey," mom said, "she was beaming as she left with her bottle of water. You could use a jog yourself; you're a bit chunkier than when you left here four years ago. She should be back.